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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26686354">Thank You For Your Patience</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/PaleNoFace/pseuds/PaleNoFace'>PaleNoFace</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Smeet Army AU [11]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Invader Zim</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Animal Abuse, Cleaning, Cute GIR (Invader Zim), Epiphanies, Established Relationship, GIR &amp; Zim Parent-Child Relationship (Invader Zim), Gender Identity, Gender Roles, House Cleaning, Laundry, Light Angst, M/M, Mild Gore, Older Dib (Invader Zim), Parent Dib (Invader Zim), Parent Zim (Invader Zim), Self-Esteem Issues, Tall Zim (Invader Zim), Zim Has Issues (Invader Zim), at this point gir is the fourth toddler of the household, but like for a minute, gir doing weird things to bunnies, he is babie, how to talk to your child about gender expression, zim realizes stuff</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-09-27</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-09-27</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-06 03:48:36</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,461</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/26686354</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/PaleNoFace/pseuds/PaleNoFace</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>There is dirty laundry and half-empty take-out boxes littering the ground, paint and crayon and <em>something he doesn't even want to start to examine</em> covering the walls, and don't get him started on broken mechanical parts piled in every corner of the room.</p><p>"That's it," he announces loudly, "We put it off for too long. We're cleaning up."</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Dib &amp; GIR (Invader Zim), Dib (Invader Zim) &amp; Original Character(s), Dib/Zim (Invader Zim), GIR &amp; Zim (Invader Zim), Zim (Invader Zim) &amp; Original Character(s)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Smeet Army AU [11]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/1658659</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>12</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>66</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Thank You For Your Patience</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>Henlo ! I was on a cleaning frenzy yesterday and it kind of inspired me, so have some more soft Zim and tired Dib spending some time with their kids. God knows we need it these days.</p><p>Content warning for canon-typical horror/gore, because GIR messes with a bunny.</p><p>Title from Hullabaloo by Rare Americans.</p>
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    <p>It's a terrible day to be out and about, even more so for an Irken, and they have been staying inside, but there is only so much a germophobic person can allow while living under the same roof as a young adult and three (four) children.</p><p> </p><p>And so, Zim stares at the deplorable state of the living room, feeling his annoyance shoot through the roof. He's aware there's a nerve jumping in his left eyelid.</p><p> </p><p>There is dirty laundry and half-empty take-out boxes littering the ground, paint and crayon and <em>something he doesn't even want to start to examine</em> covering the walls, and don't get him started on broken mechanical parts piled in every corner of the room.</p><p> </p><p>"That's it," he announces loudly, "We put it off for too long. We're cleaning up."</p><p> </p><p>Dib sighs dramatically but gets up from the only clean corner of the carpet. Gus groans from somewhere under the sofa. Noods tentatively hides in the mess of tubes dangling from the ceiling, but missteps and falls onto Artie with a loud <em>oof</em>. Artie refuses to move from where he's sprawled, face down against the ground.</p><p> </p><p>"Keep your pitiful groans to yourselves, we are doing this and we are going to be methodical about it," Zim demands, pulling a notepad from the couch's cushions. "Noods, you get the clothes. Gus and GIR, you're on trash duty. Artie, every piece of scrap metal needs to be labelled and put away in storage. Dib, the dishes. I will handle sanitation."</p><p> </p><p>"Why can't I do the scrap metal ?" Gus' head pops out from his hiding spot to loudly complain, as GIR throws himself into the closest pile of mutating food with a happy giggle.</p><p> </p><p>"What, you want to do the mind-numbing task that requires patience and scientific rigor ?" Artie drawls, face still smooched against the ground, Noods still sitting on his PAK.</p><p> </p><p>"...Nevermind," the smallest smeet replies.</p><p> </p><p>"Come on, guys," Dib huffs and stretches, making his articulations pop. "The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can get started on diner."</p><p> </p><p>The promise of fresh food seems to slowly shake everyone from their rainy day lethargy. Noods rolls off her brother with a defeated chirp and dejectedly grabs a dirty sock, owner unknown. Artie eventually follows suit and finds a semi-clean box to gather screws and electronic chips. Dib is gone, grumbling under his breath at the sheer amount of dishes piled in the sink, but already equipping himself with gloves, soap and sponge.</p><p> </p><p>Zim lets out the quietest sigh of relief and disappears in the storage room that used to house the roboparents, an eternity ago, to gather as many cleaning supplies as he can carry.</p><p> </p><p>____________________________________________________________________________</p><p> </p><p>"What is this ?" Gus gags, holding at arm's length a red and green pile of goo covered in little tufts of brown fur.</p><p> </p><p>Dib barely looks over his shoulder before replying :</p><p> </p><p>"I have a feeling this is GIR's nuclear bunny."</p><p> </p><p>"YOU FOUND MISTER FLOOFLES ?" GIR shrieks from upstairs, and loudly stumbles through the tubes to run into the kitchen where Gus is still fighting to keep the sticky pile of blob away from his face.</p><p> </p><p>"This THING was a rabbit ?!" the smeet screeches, dropping his gooey charge onto GIR's head the second the robot is near enough to catch it safely. "Ew ! <em>Ew ew ew !</em>  I need so much hand sanitizer !"</p><p> </p><p>Artie laughs from somewhere in the living room and Dib fights back a smile.</p><p> </p><p>"Jesus Christ, I think I see an eyeball," Gus continues, now observing from safe distance.</p><p> </p><p>"He has seven !" GIR informs him, provoking a general shudder.</p><p> </p><p>"We are definitely binning it," the kid mutters, seizing a trash bag.</p><p> </p><p>"What ?!" GIR screams, drilling into everyone's sound processors. "But I like him ! He's unique ! Graceful, and soft ! One of a kind."</p><p> </p><p>"You have five exact replicas in the cloning chamber," Dib informs him off-handedly.</p><p> </p><p>"...Oh. Nevermind then," the robot says as he unceremoniously dumps the Thing™ into the plastic bag Gus is still holding open.</p><p> </p><p>The blob falls into it and wiggles miserably, but gets no compassion from any involved part. GIR escorts the bag to the trash chute while Gus turns defeatedly his attention to a lost pizza stuck to the ceiling.</p><p> </p><p>____________________________________________________________________________</p><p> </p><p>"Pa, I'm done with the sorting," Artie announces as he enters the main lab, where Zim is trying to clean an obstructed air vent while standing on the very tip of his PAK legs. "Need some help ?"</p><p> </p><p>The Irken silently holds his arms out for his son to climb, and once he's armed with his little Irken extension, he says :</p><p> </p><p>"We can't let things go this bad again. I can't imagine how bad it is for the machinery."</p><p> </p><p>Artie hums in agreement, focused on carefully vacuuming all the dust and scraps out of the vent. He's pretty sure it's one Noods regularly uses to hide, too, if the quantity of unrolled tape and burrito wrappings covering the insides are to be trusted.</p><p> </p><p>"I just realized how broken our house actually is," he comments, pulling a lonely cable (not connected to anything, but showing some severe teeth marks) from the very back.</p><p> </p><p>Zim tenses behind him, which makes him look back with curiosity. The older alien is looking at him with a pinched expression, like he's unsure if he should feel insulted, embarrassed or sad.</p><p> </p><p>"Did I say something wrong ?" the smeet asks.</p><p> </p><p>"No, it's... Um. Just, actually..." A dismissive scoff, as he brings the both of them back on the ground. "Just one more thing that I... Damn it."</p><p> </p><p>"What are you talking about ?" Artie prompts again, ever so gently.</p><p> </p><p>Zim sighs, and asks, tone falsely upbeat :</p><p> </p><p>"Ever wondered why GIR is named like that, while his designation is technically SIR-Unit ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Standard-issue Information Retrieval Unit," the smeet recites diligently, and earns a pat between the antennae for his trouble. "Which means that the G..."</p><p> </p><p>"...stands for Garbage. GIR is Garbage Information Retrieval Unit."</p><p> </p><p>"Oh." A beat. "Does he know that ?"</p><p> </p><p>Zim shrugs and goes to clean and sort his medical tools.</p><p> </p><p>"Maybe he does, unconsciously. Like I knew there was something wrong with everything else. The Voot was a flying piece of crap," he matter-of-factly informs the kid. "GIR is dysfunctional. The Computer's AI is moody and unpredictable-"</p><p> </p><p>"<strong>Hey !</strong>"</p><p> </p><p>"Do not contradict me, you know I'm right !" Zim bellows, and is only met with offended silence. "Anyway. And so, turns out the base is also falling apart. Which is fitting, and unsurprising, but definitely a problem that Zim tried to ignore so far."</p><p> </p><p>Artie seems to think about it, teal eyes squinted in confusion.</p><p> </p><p>"But I thought... The Empire would give its Invaders the means to properly invade ?" he pulls the nearest chair, knowing that the discussion is turning into a lesson.</p><p> </p><p>"Well, yes, obviously," Zim scoffs. "How else are Invaders supposed to do this job without top of the line technology ?"</p><p> </p><p>A silence, and it occurs to Artie that it isn't a rhetorical question.</p><p> </p><p>"Well, they wouldn't ?" he replies, and his dad nods.</p><p> </p><p>"Exactly."</p><p> </p><p>Another silence, as Artie pieces it together.</p><p> </p><p>"Oh ! ...Oh. Right. You weren't an Invader anymore."</p><p> </p><p>"That's right," Zim agrees. "I was supposedly recoded as a food drone, and still... But anyway, when they realized they couldn't get rid of Zim any other way, the Tallest, those <em>traitors</em>-" he shifts to Irken for a second before regaining composure, "Well, obviously they thought I wouldn't survive out there without adequate backup. And what is more fitting to a broken Irken than broken stuff ?"</p><p> </p><p>Zim turns toward the biggest screen, a detergent-soaked cloth in hand, when he catches Artie saying something very quietly under his breath.</p><p> </p><p>"What ?"</p><p> </p><p>The smeet jumps, apparently not expecting to be heard, and picks at an antenna self-consciously.</p><p> </p><p>"I said..." and then he mumbles again, and Zim physically battles his annoyance.</p><p> </p><p>"Artie, could you please repeat what you just said ?"</p><p> </p><p>"<em>I said that's not true that you're broken</em>," the smeet blurts out in perfect Irken, then covers his mouth with his chubby hand in surprise, like he didn't really mean to say it out loud.</p><p> </p><p>"<em>What does that even mean ?</em>" Zim frowns, slipping seamlessly back into his natural language.</p><p> </p><p>"<em>You are not broken-</em> I mean. Dang it, defective and broken have the same world," Artie sighs. "It's not right. Defective doesn't mean <em>broken</em>, and <em>broken</em> doesn't mean <em>worthless</em>, and it's just so wrong that you keep thinking about yourself like that."</p><p> </p><p>He is quietly fuming, working himself into a fit because none of the languages he speaks have enough words to explain his frustration. But Zim, who has mountains of silent words locked inside and more feelings than he knows what to do with, just collects him in his arms and hugs him.</p><p> </p><p>"It's not fair," Artie insists, voice muted by the shoulder he's pressed again. "It's not <em>right</em>. We can fix broken things, we can clean the base, and replace the wires, and unclog the shower's filter, and change a line of code in our PAKs. But you, you don't need to be fixed, Pa. That's just not how it goes with people."</p><p> </p><p>"I know," Zim assures him. "I swear, I know."</p><p> </p><p>"Do you ? Then why do you keep acting like you deserve any of this ?" Artie accuses, and to Zim it feels like a punch in the gut.</p><p> </p><p>"Alright, enough epiphanies for one day !" he admonishes, batting away Artie's face. "How dare you be so emotionally smart, you tiny roach ?"</p><p> </p><p>Artie snorts at the hand pushing him away and the silly name, and says :</p><p> </p><p>"Because you and Da never talk about it before it explodes in your faces, and Gus is a <em>baby</em>. He imprints on you for everything ! ...At least Noods is vocal about her discomfort."</p><p> </p><p>"Noods is vocal about everything, and for the reminder, you're also legally a baby," Zim grumbles, and plops the smeet back on the chair. "Now, are you going to help your emotionally stunned parent clearing this mess or do you plan on passing your PhD in psychology first ?"</p><p> </p><p>Artie doesn't hide the smile splitting his face. Zim rolls his eyes but doesn't really mind the pride oozing from him.</p><p> </p><p>____________________________________________________________________________</p><p> </p><p>Gus props himself on the washing machine with a pack of detergent, trying to read the fine print, before inevitably flopping on his side.</p><p> </p><p>"I'm BORED," he announces, and hears Dib chuckle under his breath. "It's not funny, laundry is soooo long and nothing happens !"</p><p> </p><p>"Yeah, it's a good thing that nothing happens, else you did something wrong in the process," Dib states as he folds the clean clothes just out of the dryer.</p><p> </p><p>Gus grumbles some more and stares at Noods, currently occupied by her very important task of building an igloo out of the dirty laundry still piled high on the floor. She clearly takes her role very seriously, as Gus can see at least three entrances, and the whole thing doesn't seem in any danger of collapsing.</p><p> </p><p>"Father, I require a distraction !" he calls, fists and feet agitated in a poor imitation of a temper tantrum.</p><p> </p><p>"Then come down there and give me a hand with the folding," Dib deadpans at his antics.</p><p> </p><p>Gus huffs very dramatically but rolls off the washing machine, catches himself at the last second with his PAK legs, and scuttles to his dad's side.</p><p> </p><p>"Do I do just mine, or everything ?" he asks, pulling a sleeve from the warm basket.</p><p> </p><p>"You can leave the bed sheets and towels, but everything else you can do."</p><p> </p><p>Gus eventually manages to free the shirt and mimics Dib.</p><p> </p><p>They work in silence for a while, Noods only making noise from time to time as she keeps building her dirty castle in the back of the room, but Gus eventually extricates something (bright pink with darker stripes) from the pile that he doesn't know how to fold.</p><p> </p><p>"That's a weird-looking tunic," he says, holding it out for inspection.</p><p> </p><p>Dib looks up at the garment, before going back to his never-dwindling stock of socks.</p><p> </p><p>"Yeah, that's one of Zim's skirts. You need a hanger with clothes pins."</p><p> </p><p>Gus stares at it in confused wonder.</p><p> </p><p>"A skirt ?" he asks again. "Aren't those for girls ?"</p><p> </p><p>Dib shrugs and stands up to empty the next load from the dryer.</p><p> </p><p>"Not really," he replies. "Clothes are clothes. Sure, some people think they have to be gendered, but it's kinda stupid, don't you think ? It's just fabric and thread. It's made to keep you warm and be pretty."</p><p> </p><p>"It is kind of stupid," Gus admits reluctantly. "But on TV, it's always girls who wear the skirts."</p><p> </p><p>"Do we need to have the "TV only shows certain perspectives to influence the viewer" discussion again ? Because I still have my powerpoint."</p><p> </p><p>Gus doesn't reply and goes to find a hanger instead, then stares defeated at the quantity of cleaning they still need to do.</p><p> </p><p>"I wish all our clothes were made like Father's uniform. It doesn't get dirty as much."</p><p> </p><p>"Considering where he goes with it, I somehow doubt that," Dib comments detachedly.</p><p> </p><p>Gus gathers the skirt -now that it looks at it up close, it's very similar to Father's uniform in color and pattern- and pins it up on the nearest weapon rack.</p><p> </p><p>"So I could wear a skirt too, if I wanted ?" he asks, sounding small and uncertain.</p><p> </p><p>Dib sits back down, new load fresh and warm in the biggest bucket they own, and props his goggles on his forehead.</p><p> </p><p>"I mean, sure. Anything really. Some stuff has political implications, but like, as long as you're aware of them, and all that. I personally won't care, and Zim has a very warped sense of gender and fashion in general, so he won't really say anything either."</p><p> </p><p>Gus hums and looks around, trying to find anything he never thought he could wear before now.</p><p> </p><p>"What about... A dress ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Not very different from a tunic, or a big shirt."</p><p> </p><p>"Can I wear a spacesuit everyday ?"</p><p> </p><p>"It would be uncomfortable very quick, but sure."</p><p> </p><p>"A... A... A bunny costume ? An armor ? Pajamas ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Gus, you can wear whatever you want," Dib affirms. "Clothing is a way to express your identity, and if anyone tells you off for it, they're an asshole and don't deserve your time."</p><p> </p><p>Gus seems to think it over.</p><p> </p><p>"Do <em>you</em> wear skirts ?" he asks finally.</p><p> </p><p>Dib glances up at him, never once stopping folding.</p><p> </p><p>"Have you seen me in a skirt ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Well, to be fair, I have been around for less than two years," the smeet snarks back.</p><p> </p><p>"Fair enough. No, I don't wear skirts. They get stuck in doors and branches, and they leave my legs cold."</p><p> </p><p>"Why would Zim-Father wear them, then ?"</p><p> </p><p>The other shrugs.</p><p> </p><p>"He likes them. They're pretty. It's good enough a reason."</p><p> </p><p>"Do you think Noods would wear a skirt ?" the smeet asks after a minute of watching his sister run in and out of her playground.</p><p> </p><p>Dib snickers and shrugs.</p><p> </p><p>"You can ask her, but I bet she would hate it. The fabric is too loose for running the way she likes, and it would just get in the way."</p><p> </p><p>Gus nods slowly, and goes back to folding.</p><p> </p><p>"What did you mean when you said Zim-Father has a very warped sense of gender ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Oooh boy," Dib nods to himself. "This one is hard to explain. I dunno how to... Okay, so, gender is a way to classify behavior and roles in a large group of people. So far so good ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Yeah..?"</p><p> </p><p>"I know it's a little different for Irkens, but bear with me, okay. Gaz knows more about the topic than me, so if you get the occasion... But like, the point is that Zim has no cultural bagage that comes with growing up on Earth, so he doesn't care about gender roles. Therefore he wears whatever and doesn't care if it's <em>for girls</em>."</p><p> </p><p>"But you do," Gus comments, and Dib agrees.</p><p> </p><p>"Yeah. Not... actively, but yes. I grew up with it, so whether I like it or not there is always going to be a little bit of peer-pressure on everything I do or think."</p><p> </p><p>"Kinda like the Empire gas-lighting Father and making him do stupid things," Gus suggests.</p><p> </p><p>"...Eeeh, that's another thing entirely, but I see what you mean. And so, like, I am male, and I present as one, but. I just work here, you know ? I don't need to prove it to myself or anyone, so I don't force a certain type of behavior to make sure everyone understands that I am, in fact, a man."</p><p> </p><p>"Toxic masculinity ?"</p><p> </p><p>"Oh, so you did talk to Gaz !"</p><p> </p><p>Gus shrugs.</p><p> </p><p>"She rants a lot when we're at her house."</p><p> </p><p>Dib chuckles and goes to unload the washing machine.</p><p> </p><p>____________________________________________________________________________</p><p> </p><p>Noods holds her plate close to the saucepan in hopes to be the first one served. Father indulges her and spoons her a giant portion of broccoli and tomato sauce. Gus, sitting on a pile of books in the chair next to her, pulls a face at the sight of the green little trees spreading in her plate.</p><p> </p><p>Mother interrupts before he has the time to make a comment by warning something about eating everything. Noods has no problem with eating everything - she feels ravenous.</p><p> </p><p>Artie, on the other side of the table, is already eyeing the cheese.</p><p> </p><p>She wolfs down her first serving while everyone else gets served, and helps herself to seconds as soon as the pan is pushed in her direction. She handles it carefully - food often means hot, and hot often means pain - and fills her dish almost to the top.</p><p> </p><p>Gus does little gagging noises that makes her laugh, and she doesn't complain when he sneaks her a piece of broccoli in exchange for her slice of bread. If the parents see their little arrangement, they don't say anything.</p><p> </p><p>GIR yells something about food and waves a bag of stale doritos around, only to be rebuffed by Mother, so the robot goes to sulk loudly in the living room. Noods finds it hilarious, but she'd like it better if GIR was in the same room as them.</p><p> </p><p>She likes it when they're all together.</p><p> </p><p>She also likes it when it's just her and Gus and Artie, or her and Mother, or her and Father and Gus, and...</p><p> </p><p>The broccoli are good, and the tomato sauce spicy. Artie puts more cheese in his plate to make it more bland - her brother doesn't really like spicy things, but he never complains. Food is food, and both Artie and Noods are hungry kids.</p><p> </p><p>GIR is back, this time with a cold piece of pizza, and Father puts him on the table so he can see everyone.</p><p> </p><p>Father passes her a new piece of bread when it become obvious that she's planning to lick her plate clean. Mother cleans Gus' face because he's not doing great with sauces in general.</p><p> </p><p>Then Mother is opening the fridge, and there's food above where they step to get <em>down down down</em> inside the house, and Noods gets two yogurts. That's a lot of yogurt, but Noods is hungry still, and also willing to share with her robot friend.</p><p> </p><p>By the time they clear the table, GIR has dairy in his head and other places dairy should definitely not be, and Noods is no longer hungry, but rather sleepy.</p><p> </p><p>They all crash and cuddle on the couch, now smelling clean and no longer of old-socks-forgotten-there-for-a-week, and Noods thinks she likes it a lot better when it's like that. Mother seems to agree, and Father, Artie and Gus don't say anything, but be able to sit together and not in something sticky is probably something they appreciate.</p><p> </p><p>Father puts on a movie. It's about an alien that isn't an Irken and that is on a spaceship very far from home, and Noods is thankful for that because it scares Gus, which means Noods will have to fight it if it ever manages to knock at their door.</p><p> </p><p>Mother laughs all along and cheers for the alien when it picks off the other people on the ship, and Father looks annoyed, just a little, but keeps an arm around Mother's shoulders and says nothing.</p><p> </p><p>Artie scrolls down a notepad and every once in a while quips about details of the movie Noods doesn't care about, but it's nice to hear him be so invested.</p><p> </p><p>It stopped raining outside, and Noods has half a mind to go out and play, but it's already dark, and she's all warm and fed, and cuddled between Father and the arm of the couch, and she wants to know if the lady with the weird hair is going to save the cat, and...</p><p> </p><p>And by the time the movie ends, she's sound asleep, and it's perfect just like that.</p>
  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Please leave comments and kudos, it feeds my motivation !</p></blockquote></div></div>
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